About Me

Thursday, July 25, 2013

As the sun rises over the horizon ,another day starts. For many people this means a quick shower, breakfast grab your briefcase and join the hustle and bustle along the freeway to your office.

However at Suplejack Downs the day is well underway, the gyros and choppers are in the air and the mustering on the western end of the station has started.

This particular muster holds great sentimental value to me and my family as it was the same area that went terribly wrong in 2008, leaving me in this wheelchair.

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Excitement builds as quickly as the dust rises, while the helicopter's coach the last of the cattle into portable yards.

Bill Cook with his grandson Braxton has got the station semi ready to start trucking the sale cattle home market

I would like to pretend Brad and Cam were seeking advice from their older (wiser) brother, but they were actually just checking if I was okay.

It was only a couple of seasons prior while mustering the exact same cattle out of the South East corner of Suplejack that the chopper went down breaking my neck, and even though I was observing from a wheelchair, I felt a sense of achievement to watch the same cattle that had taken so much from me, being processed and trucked.

I might look like I am sitting there doing nothing but I'm actually conjuring up a poem about some of the exciting situations the ringers found themselves in that day, so enjoy.